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&quot;I am Adam&#039;s wife. Samantha Polk,&quot; I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> &quot;Who are you,&quot; I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> &quot;Kelly O&#039;Neil, I am Adam&#039;s girlfriend! We have been together for six months,&quot; she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I&#039;m Pregnant,&quot; I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> &quot;Pregnant? How? We use protection,&quot; Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> &quot;Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me,&quot; Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband&#039;s eyebrows crease. <br /> &quot;Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me,&quot; I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There&#039;s no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I&#039;m on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren&#039;t ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren&#039;t supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can&#039;t remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it&#039;s time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I&#039;ve really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It&#039;s been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam&#039;s attention. <br /> I know that because I didn&#039;t have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn&#039;t matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I&#039;m going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer&#039;s door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, &quot;sorry Margaret, but you won&#039;t be proved right anytime soon.&quot; <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> &quot;Adam,&quot; I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> &quot;Samantha,&quot; he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> &quot;Adam...who is she,&quot; she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband&#039;s hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> &quot;I am Adam&#039;s wife. Samantha Polk,&quot; I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> &quot;Who are you,&quot; I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> &quot;Kelly O&#039;Neil, I am Adam&#039;s girlfriend! We have been together for six months,&quot; she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> &quot;Is that so,&quot; I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> &quot;Sam, please...I can explain,&quot; he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> &quot;I think I can explain for you,&quot; I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> &quot;You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don&#039;t let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I&#039;m Pregnant,&quot; I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> &quot;What,&quot; Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> &quot;Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It&#039;s all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her,&quot; I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> &quot;Well, continue,&quot; I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> &quot;Pregnant? How? We use protection,&quot; Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> &quot;Doesn&#039;t matter how,&quot; I growl, and he frowns before Kelly&#039;s squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> &quot;Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me,&quot; Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband&#039;s eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> &quot;Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me,&quot; I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> &quot;And don&#039;t worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O&#039;Niel,&quot; I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren&#039;t shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> **<br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once &quot;our&quot; bedroom. <br /> &quot;Samantha, where are you? We need to talk,&quot; Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> &quot;In here,&quot; I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn&#039;t hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> &quot;Sam...what are you doing,&quot; Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam&#039;s ridiculous question. What does he think I&#039;m doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I&#039;m doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, &quot;Sam...what are you doing?&quot; This idiot! <br /> &quot;I&#039;m packing. I don&#039;t think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in,&quot; I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> &quot;Kelly isn&#039;t moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family,&quot; Adam says, and this time, my scoff can&#039;t be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don&#039;t hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn&#039;t aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother&#039;s side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> &quot;I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I&#039;m done,&quot; I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don&#039;t know which, and I don&#039;t honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don&#039;t want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don&#039;t believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> &quot;Samantha, are you really pregnant,&quot; Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> &quot;Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats,&quot; I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can&#039;t stop itself from asking. <br /> &quot;Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father&#039;s company,&quot; I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family&#039;s good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn&#039;t as important as keeping his image up. <br /> &quot;Don&#039;t answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes,&quot; I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn&#039;t follow me, and it doesn&#039;t hurt. <br /> ***** <br /> &quot;Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request,&quot; Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn&#039;t his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn&#039;t receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> &quot;Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over,&quot; I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> &quot;Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can,&quot; Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> &quot;I&#039;m sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do,&quot; I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn&#039;t deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It&#039;s only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I&#039;ve been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It&#039;s done. I&#039;m free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn&#039;t left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> &quot;We did it, sir,&quot; I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> &quot;We sure did. It wasn&#039;t easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you,&quot; Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.

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